All I am is a burning leaf
A sudden flicker, a short glare
Against the window of this existence;
Some sort of ghost, like the winter snow
Melting into a puddle in the far field.
When the gray fog turns into night,
Just at the edge of the forest.
All I am is already gone, no
Breeze left even to take me.

I’ve made a *** of coffee
And filled a cup for everyone.
I pour the last drops for you
But my cup remains dry.

You tell me, you prefer tea.

I’ve made a cup of tea
And place the sugar bowl beside it.
You tell me, you prefer honey
But you’ll drink it anyway.

Since then,

I’ve kept tea in the cupboard
And honey by the sugar

Just in case you’d come around.

And I can’t remember if I, myself,
Preferred coffee or tea.

I fell in love with you
My ocean blue
Silent and deep
I will forever weep
For your heart I cannot keep

about six years ago it was mentioned that the twigs

should be the same

do you remember?



later they taught me of the nature of working slow

and sure

so much can be done this way



last week i told you that he had tshown me

their visual value



***** the wall light into stone

church wall by the gate?

never

won’t work

so we fixed it with a twig



will send instructions in latin  upon request

my lovely

when winter ends, so will I.
my heart will melt
and my body will become warm.
My eyes will glow with the soft spring sun -
and everything I see will illuminate in front of them.
I'll see things just as they are, and just as they should be.
There won't be any need of desire or loneliness, happiness or sadness.
Everything will be ok -
Everything will be alright.